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I decided to install a new program on my phone to help me sleep. It was a great program; it tracks your light and deep phases of sleep then it picks the best time to wake you up within designated 30 minutes. It had fantastic reviews, so I was looking forward to a great night sleep. It was about 2:30 am when I heard the first very gentle buzzing, followed up by next. I did not think much of it because I know that my phone makes noises, and that was one of the reasons why I was trying program. I turned to another side and started falling asleep once again. Right as I was dosing off, I was awakened by the same buzzing noise, over and over again. At about 4:30, exhausted, pissed and sleep deprived, I was contemplating if I should throw my phone across the room or drown it in the toilet, but it did not guarantee the silence, so I decided that I was awake enough to uninstall the offending program, and try to fall asleep once again. I figured that I have another hour to catch some...

That is a good question. Once I read on FB: “when my child turned 18, I gave him a sock and said Doby is free now”. It had me laughing, but that almost how it was when I turned 18, I did not get a sock, I ran, I no longer wanted to live under the same roof with my parents. Few days ago my ex called me and said “our son’s car broke down, we need to help him” to what my only reply was “stop solving his problems, he needs to learn how to deal with them himself”. Father’s first instinct was to fix baby’s problems. Totally understandable, with an exception of one minor detail. Baby is 20 years old, and he needs to learn how to take care of his own problems. He agreed with me, and that was closed. Yesterday I get a call from my dad, and he is asking me to stop by his house, because he has something he wants to talk to me about. Ok, not a problem, on my way home from work I totally forget to go see my parents and come straight home. After a reminder phone call, I get back in my ...

When you wake up in the morning and realize that your friends fled your house, you panic. Chain of events starts running through your head, then you sit down and put your hands on your head, bow down and realize “you are a terrible hostess and a bad, bad friend”. It was a three day weekend, it was agreed that our out of town friends will come for a visit. The plan was to hang out, spend some time together, and relax. Great plan. “Please make sure the dinner is waiting for us when we arrive”, not a problem, after a long drive it is very pleasant when hot food is waiting for you. Friends arrive, dinner is ready, bedroom is ready, clean sheets are fresh, the bed is inviting. It's a perfect rest. It's a perfect start to a perfect weekend. Trip to the park is scheduled for the next day, we get up early, no time for breakfast, considering we will be celebrating someone’s birthday and food will be plentiful. Weather was perfect, it was not too hot, celebrating, and laying ...

Naturally my niece asked me to help her to get a new car. She was no longer wanting to drive her tiny teal color Chevy Aveo with 150k miles. How she got her Chevy is another story, but I really did not expect a car like that to live past 100K, it was a miracle that it was still driving. So I volunteered to help her find a decent car, since I worked at the dealership for a year, I still have few contacts. So I called my former co-worker. When I started selling cars he was my mentor, and a lot more. We had so much history together, when we worked we were inseparable, we were complete opposites. And opposites attract. He is black, goes to church, he is one of those people I always made fun off. So life decided to give me a lesson, when it brought us together. Working at the dealership, we spent at least 60 hours a week together, naturally on the first day we started flirting, and flirting we did. Till the moment I found myself all the way in the back, in the parts room, between very...

One of the worst feelings you can experience is when someone you deeply care about calls you on Saturday afternoon, when you are just shopping and frantically starts telling you something. Out of the jumble of words, you hear shear panic in the voice so dear to your heart, and you still don’t understand what is going on, besides that there was nobody else was available. That was my 18 year old niece calling, and she was freaked out. First things first, I had to calm her down, in order to understand what she needed help with. When that part was accomplished, and she was talking calmly, I was able to finally understand her problem. She was on the highway, and driving without breaks.  Oh joy! I take a deep breath, to calm myself at this point, I have to keep it all together for her, both of us cannot be freaking out. She tells me that she tried the hand break and all it did was make her car spin. Great! Vik was with me, he is looking at my face, and now he is worried and wan...

This photographer tagged me on my modeling site, so I went to look at his work, and I was pleasantly surprised. His pictures were different, they had “old style” look, like you are getting a glimpse into the past. And I thought to myself that I don’t mind having a shoot with him, especially since his studio was in DC. It will be something totally different. So I sent him email, commenting on his pictures, we started talking, and he invited me to shoot at the location at the beach house, 3 hours away. At first I started talking myself out of it, and I started to compose “thanks, but no thanks” polite email, but then decided to “sleep on it” and in the morning, I could not find anything against it, and giving it final thought, and discussing it with Vik I decided that I can use some time away. The thought of seeing an ocean, when it is so bitter cold outside was warming my heart from the inside, and I was beginning to look forward to the weekend on the beach. We exchanged few lengt...

First time I met him was on the location he picked, it was an abandoned factory somewhere 40 minutes away from my house. That part I figured out only on my way back home. We decided to meet at one of the oriental supermarkets. I knew where one was so I went there to meet him. I arrived on time and called him to find out what he is driving. Little red car, after looking around for a few minutes of orientation with him, I realized that I was at the wrong place. Rushing to fix my little misunderstanding I took matters into my own hands and thinking I know where I need to be going, I took of in the opposite direction. He chased me in his little red car for the next half an hour, because I drove so out of my way that the figured out that stopping me at the nearest shopping center and picking me up was the smartest idea. So I sat and I waited patiently, giving myself a lecture for wasting daylight, till my superman arrived. And he did, wearing a red superman tee shirt. He greeted me with a ...